Chapter 14
Micky Mantoparte had dated Rand Forrest for the few days she had known him, ever since he had gotten his settlement from the insurance company. He had seen her on and off, and she knew he would never get serious with her, but nevertheless, she was so enamored of his lovemaking technique it had come to a point where she was willing to do anything and everything to please him.
Randall Forrest was the kind of man who loved dominating his women. There were some intelligent women whom he knew he would never be able to dominate, and so he hadn't gone after them. Then there were the sweet, innocent women. These, he preferred leaving alone, as well. They were destined to be not-too-happy housewives, and he had no intention of merely being a temporary bright spot in someone's life. Then there were the delightful, fuckable nymphs, like Micky. These were the women Rand enjoyed most of all. They knew a good cock when they saw it, and they did anything and everything to please the cock. As a result, Rand got in some pretty good lays with these women.
Even now, on Tuesday, Micky was ringing his doorbell, wondering where Rand was. She noticed one small side of his multi-faceted home had been boarded up. The rest of it looked unoccupied. She looked very smart in her gray tailored suit with the white blouse. It was already late in the month, and she didn't need an overcoat.
Eventually the front door opened and she found herself facing Rand, who was wearing a bathrobe.
"You look like you've been to Florida," she commented, noting what looked like a tan under the robe.
"That's just coffee dye," he told her, stepping aside and letting her in. "I told you I would be busy these next few days," he said.
"I didn't mean to be disobedient," she assured him. "It was just that I was aching to see you so much. I know I don't really mean anything to you other than a good lay. I've accepted that. Someday, I don't know when, I'll stop bugging you, and I'll settle down and marry some nice guy. But until then, I find it all but impossible to live without having a good fuck at least once every two or three days from you."
"I'm in the process of teaching a very important lesson to a rotten little bitch," he told her. "If you wish to join in, you'll have to do as I say."
"I'd love it," she replied, "on the condition that before we start teaching any lessons, you give me at least one good, quick fuck."
"Fair enough," he nodded, and she walked into the house as he shut the door behind her.
Without another word, she walked into the living room, went over to the sofa, and hiked up her gray skirt, bending over the sofa-arm. She tugged down her panties, kicking them to the side, baring her beautiful white ass. Unlike Carol's, Micky's white cheeks had no bruises on them. Though Rank loved dominating his women, he didn't often flagellate them. Beside, Micky's tight, round buttocks were so small, one of his palms would have covered both cheeks.
Her vagina had begun getting wet the instant Rand had allowed her into the house. He had already loosened the belt around his robe, and now he took it off and tossed it on the sofa.
His phallus was only semi-erect, but the instant it was freed from its confining cover, and it "saw" Micky's naked white buttocks, it reared its purple had and swelled.
"We don't have much time," he told her. "That bitch will be wakening any moment now, so you'll have to take it without a warm-up."
"I'll take it any way I can get it," she assured him, smiling with her head turned to look at him while he stared at her bent-over ass.
He pressed the throbbing purple head of his shuddering cock against the lips of her hotbox. They folded inward, sucking his cock inside, sinking deeper and deeper.
"Gghhoonnngghhhhh!" the lovely redhead moaned, quivering in the masterful way this man was once again taking possession of her surrendering body.
Rand would never have done anything to Micky similar to what he had done to Carol. He had shown Micky his special basement, with the crossbeams in the center, and the posts with ropes, explaining he had built it in a fit of rage against Carol, and one day he would use it on her. It was obvious to Micky yesterday had been the day. Besides, Carol had much larger, shakier buttocks, and they really wobbled when he whacked them, which was why he had taken a long time hitting the day before. He had gotten a big kick out of beating her buttocks. He had enjoyed fucking her ass, after. He knew from her reactions she had never previously been ass-fucked. She was no virgin. He didn't have to delve into her vagina to find that out. The way she creamed when he had ass-fucked her told him she was used to a cock somewhere in her body. Later, when he had made her suck his cock, he knew for a fact that her mouth wasn't virginal, either. But her ass... her ass had definitely been virginal.
Now he grunted as he plugged his thick cock into Micky's meadow of lust. He shuddered as he felt her hot, wet walls drooling all over the organ he was driving into her.
Her tight, elastic inner walls continually surrendered to the driving force of his penile prodder. The spear of lust moved in and out, feeling just the right amount of resistance. He rammed into her until his dangling balls were beating against her clitoris, enhancing the thrills that much more for Micky.
Now he began pounding in and out of her, moving faster and faster, his throbbing cock getting harder, turning hotter as he felt the softly caressing walls of her teeming vagina suck on the full length of his mercilessly battering cock.
Micky was once again in a heaven all her own. She had never, in her life, met a more masterful man. Nor had she known a more wonderful man. This wasn't the kind of man who married. He would go through life having women act slavelike to his mighty cock, and barring something unforeseen, he would have a good erection right up to the day he died.
His voice, which always carried such authority when he spoke, caused leakage to spill from her vagina. There was something so totally dominating and wonderful about the man, Micky knew now why she had never married. She would never settle for a less wonderful man than this one, and men like this weren't the marrying kind. Looking into his hungry brown eyes always turned Micky's knees to jelly.
She was envious of any and every other women who had known him, yet she knew none had been thrilled quite as much as she. She was even envious of Carol, to be tamed by this master cocksman.
"Uhhhooooahhhhhh," she moaned aloud, as a particularly violent thrust of his slammed her body firmly against the arm of the sofa.
Her pink-tipped, white-fleshed breasts swelled and throbbed with violent passion as lust continued building inside her. One of the things Micky really enjoyed about this man was his ability to fuck her a different way each time, and make her think she was getting it for the first time all over again. True, this time using this position had been more her own idea than his, but if she hadn't adopted this position, he probably would have flung her on the sofa and fucked her quickly there, thus taking a little away from what they had, because she liked doing things differently with him. Still, now that he was plugged in, all she had to do was wait, and she knew both of them would climax abruptly.
She clenched her fists as the sweet delight of her own orgasm began building in the seething depths of her tantalized cunt. Micky would not dream of asking this man to hold his orgasm back, yet he was masterful enough so that somehow or other he knew how to make her come long before he did.
As the man's massive cock continued plummeting through the tantalized depths of her vagina, the girl began moaning. Micky felt her heart seemingly enlarging in her chest, feeling it blocking her passion constricted throat as the mighty organ continued rocketing in and out of her tight and narrow pussy. Christ! He was a regular tiger when it came to fucking!
She was aware of his hands, firm and strong as they gripped her shoulders from behind, balancing himself, as his massive organ continued to ream in and out of her seething vagina. She quivered with mounting delight as passion took total possession of her. Whatever rationality she had left was finally short-circuited, and she wallowed in the carnal delight enveloping her.
The weight of his twin testicles slapped solidly against her swelling vaginal lips as he continued lunging into her again and again, his weighty cock wreaking a sweet havoc in the depths of her creaming feminine vessel.
The girl started to melt, to feel as if her body was turning into a pool of liquid passion. She was helpless whenever fucked by this man, but it was such a wonderful helplessness.
She clenched her asscheeks and was startled by the quick, all too clear fantasy that she would have liked the man to beat her asscheeks with just enough power to stimulate her to orgasm. He had that kind of effect on all women.
The very thought of his hitting her made her vaginal oils come oozing out that much more quickly. Her thick womanly juices coated and oiled the man's hard, pumping cock so that it rammed in and out of her sucking vagina that much more swiftly, moving faster, pushing harder.
She was aware of his hard cock swelling all the more in her aching vagina, feeling the powerful penile head slam into the backwall of her tunnel. She continued shivering with a mounting pleasure, and pressed her rounded little apple-shaped breasts against the arm of the sofa. They flattened a bit and the rubbing pressure of her nipples against the sofa arm caused her breasts to throb even more strongly.
Her nipples tingled. They had long since gone from merely puckering to swelling with sheer delight, the sensitive little pink nubbins sending shards of piercing pleasure rapturously vibrating through her body right to her soul.
She lowered her head and pressed her burning cheek against the sofa, feeling the herculon material rough against her cheek as she closed her eyes. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, bright flashes of colored light seemingly exploded. Thrills seeped through her already lust-besotted body.
Rand's blistering cock continued to hammer in and out of her wetly sucking cunt. The bristles of stubble where his pubic hairs had once been were sodden, as was his pelvic flesh, covered for the moment with the thick oil of her desire as it flowed soddenly from the depths of her soaking wet cunt.
The interior of Micky's cunt became more inflamed than ever before. Her clitoris became elongated and popped out of its fleshy hiding place, and she moved forward on the arm of the sofa until it, too, rubbed against the rough, herculon fabric, while the hard cock continued stuffing itself into her tight passageway again and again.
Then Micky felt her stomach turning a maddening flip-flop in the depths of her teeming belly. Her vagina seemed to close in on itself like a soft fist, and hot, thick honey poured more lavishly from the convulsing depths of her aching cunt.
"AAAAAIIIIGGHHH!" she shrieked as her hips rotated out of total rational control and began humping up and down as she came.
She felt as if her vagina had turned into an oral kind of mouth, one that gaped and sucked as his hard prick rammed in and out of her tight cunt with a maddening fury. Oh God! It was too good, much too good!
Micky was aware of hot perspiration bathing her young body, causing her man-tailored blouse to stick to her body, but she ignored it because of the unadulterated bliss shooting through her. She writhed as her hips continued to buck backward furiously, her inner membranes washboarding as she slammed against the hardness of Rand's thighs.
Her convulsions, instead of easing, intensified even more, until, at the peak of her orgasm, she felt his hot seed washing into her. Then the delight ever-so-slowly began to fade away.
Even so, her vagina was sucking up the slimy robes of sperm he was firing into her, which, after a night's rest, poured abundantly into the quivering depths of Micky's red-hair-rimmed snatch. Again and again he fired, and her cunt was there to suck up every drop.
The lovely redhead writhed insanely beneath his body as he fired burst after short burst of his thick, pungent oils into her teeming tunnel of love. God! She was on fire and unable to control herself. Even now, after coming, she knew she would be able to come a second and a third, and perhaps a fourth time with this man.
Finally she heard him groan softly as the last of their joint spasms faded away. It was the best one, yet, and she knew that any future orgasms would be even better.
She felt all sodden and hot, and her body was all rubbery. God! She was quivering with a sort of post-orgasmic delight.
The man's torso collapsed on her back and he lay there for a moment catching his breath. His huge, wonderfully erect cock was going limp in her quivering quim, and she didn't want to let go of it.
Finally he pulled out of her. She whirled about, knelt in front of him, and began sucking the penis until it was clean. He, in turn, took some tissues from a nearby box and used them to dredge out her cunt. Then he closed his robe, while helping Micky to undress the rest of the way.
"Now," he said to her, "I'll dig out my spare ski mask for you, and the two of us can really go to work on our delightful bitch. One thing, though. I think you should let me shave your pussy. We don't want her seeing the red hairs and guessing who you are."
"Good idea," Micky nodded.